In Which Terror Taints Every Single Sodding Day
I am so weary of being caught in a nightmare loop of absolute terror.
Heartily sick, right through to my very bones.
Insecurity is a slow, agonising death.
And lonely.
Frankly, I'm surprised I'm still here.
I have no motivation. So, why do I linger?
Waiting for that breakthrough, that leap, from darkness into light?
Perhaps I am an optimist.
A sad, frightened, optimist.
Dammit. I was hoping for some really deep, insightful revelation to suddenly pour forth. Or, at the very least, something emotionally powerful, something I could be proud of and could sell, for vast amounts of money because it was just so amazingly powerful and useful and then I would be rich and could pay people to keep me company and reassure me and tell me everything is alright. That no matter what happened (as long as they got their cheque every month), they'd always be there to look after me and everything would be ok.
Everything will be ok.
I'm here, I'll look after you.
Everything is fine, I'm not going to leave you.
I'm right here.
I won't let anything bad happen to you.
It's ok.
There's nothing to worry about.
You'll be fine.
I'm right here.
I'm right here.
What kind of shitty childhood did I bloody have?
Apparently it was perfectly fine.
I think.
Hi, my name is Temazepam, I suffer from anxiety and agoraphobia. I am not very tall and just a little too old to be crying for my mum and my hobbies include avoiding people, angsting on social media sites, overdosing on glitter glue (I will glitter EVERYTHING, even people, if they stand still long enough) and rping non-human/inanimate objects on twitter.
When I grow up I want to be a dinosaur.
*offers a jelly baby*
Heartily sick, right through to my very bones.
Insecurity is a slow, agonising death.
And lonely.
Frankly, I'm surprised I'm still here.
I have no motivation. So, why do I linger?
Waiting for that breakthrough, that leap, from darkness into light?
Perhaps I am an optimist.
A sad, frightened, optimist.
Dammit. I was hoping for some really deep, insightful revelation to suddenly pour forth. Or, at the very least, something emotionally powerful, something I could be proud of and could sell, for vast amounts of money because it was just so amazingly powerful and useful and then I would be rich and could pay people to keep me company and reassure me and tell me everything is alright. That no matter what happened (as long as they got their cheque every month), they'd always be there to look after me and everything would be ok.
Everything will be ok.
I'm here, I'll look after you.
Everything is fine, I'm not going to leave you.
I'm right here.
I won't let anything bad happen to you.
It's ok.
There's nothing to worry about.
You'll be fine.
I'm right here.
I'm right here.
What kind of shitty childhood did I bloody have?
Apparently it was perfectly fine.
I think.
Hi, my name is Temazepam, I suffer from anxiety and agoraphobia. I am not very tall and just a little too old to be crying for my mum and my hobbies include avoiding people, angsting on social media sites, overdosing on glitter glue (I will glitter EVERYTHING, even people, if they stand still long enough) and rping non-human/inanimate objects on twitter.
When I grow up I want to be a dinosaur.
*offers a jelly baby*